Your eyes are darker than the dead of night Where's your courage when you need it most? Still hanging on a memory between the present and the Past This fantasy is bringing me down, down Forever your pleasure my love In your voice I hear a jealous pride I no longer recognize I've got an aching hunger, won't you help me feed it? Help me feed it (I've got an aching hunger and it's one I can't deny) I've got an aching hunger, won't you help me feed it? Help me feed it (A passion for perfection drives me on to die) Torn asunder on a crimson tide, I let you play your wicked game Dress me up and leave me here to die As in the final masquerade Don't lie to me, I know who I am Forever this pleasure is mine